...that's probably the only interesting thing about me. father dan thought it was a miracle, and determined that i would be the child "given to the church." we didn't talk about it but it was always there. i read the bible when i was five. father dan asked me what i thought of it. "i think i like the wizard of oz better, i replied ingenuously. and i did. and then there was puberty, which put am end to that priest crap toot suite, yes sir or ma'am.

Yes, kind of a Joyceian/Ulysses Stream-of-Consciousness kind of thing going. I confess, in written communications, to being a bit bound by the borders of rationalism and the linear development of ideas. Outside poetry, I have a hard time following free-floating.